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Sunday, December 7, 2014

A Walk with My Darling

Her eyes never left her Jim’s face,

How could they now be in this place?

Their lifetime together was great for the
most part---one could say,

Until their first child died at birth---it
broke their hearts--- that sad day.

They worked the farm side-by-side,

Together they raised their seven boys

who---were their heart-felt pride.

The boys knew the labor of a farm,

They worked with their dad who also

taught them the land’s charm.

“Sons you have to respect the land and give
it what it should need,

or your farming efforts will not succeed.”

“Treat it like your Sweetheart, give her
tender care, feed her, and water her---sweet talk her, so she will germinate
your seed,

My Sons---this land is all you will ever
need.”

Each evening at sunset Jim and Alice walked
the path to the pond hand-in-hand,

She was his woman and he was her man.

Their love was never threaten by cheating
thoughts or action,

When they said “I do” it was without a
retraction.

He called her “Mother” after the children
came,

Growing up they never heard her first name.

The children heard them laughing, and saw
them holding hands,

As they talked and walked to their
“Sweetheart Seat”

he made her years ago in their beginning
plans.

He stopped and kissed her red and wrinkled
hands

because they were lovely to Jim,

She held his hard callus one---she held on
tight---as

she sang his favorite hymn.

He whispered her name, “Alice I love you with
all my

heart and soul.”

She whispered back, “Jim, my darling I will
love you even after we are in the ground cold.”

The years flew by as the sons became men,

Five sons left the farm---to never farm
again,

Two of the youngest stayed with their Mom and
Dad,

To farm and harvest and reap from the land,

These two young men took a farmer’s stand.

So they were never alone,

Happily in the summer their grandchildren
came home.

Jim's health failed first,

The sons got him a nurse.

Then the hospital time came next after his 95th
Birthday,

The ambulance took Alice who rode with her
Jim that day,

she meant with him she wanted to stay.

She held his old wrinkled callus hand and
kissed each finger,

As the pain in her heart---did linger.

The seven sons stood at the end of his bed,

and each in turn kissed him bye on his cold
forehead,

Then the doctor came in and said it was time
for

Alice to leave---she refused and talked to
her Jim

until his body was dead.

“My Darling Jim, take my hand and walk with
me once more,

And wait for me when you get to Heaven’s
Door.”

“Walk slowing Jim and I will be there soon.”

The next day they found Alice in her bed she

had died in the late afternoon.

On their gravestones it read:

“Walk Slowly and Wait for Us”

And under was written each son’s name

And just baby for the one they lost.

Faithful
Love Endures

The grandchildren faithfully visited and put
Sunflowers and Lavender Roses on Jim and Alice’s graves.

When life ends on earth one’s spirit goes to
the

land of the braves.

Each grandchild now grown with children of
their

own---each child like a clone,

Making sure their lives will never be alone.

All the loves and joys,

From above are passed on to the great-grand
boys.

Because loving spirits revisits their love
ones on earth,

Until each are joined by them---for a
rebirth.

Families’ devotion spins around in a circle
of everlasting love,

Deeply blessed by---ancestors who are smiling
from above.

PurvisBobbi44
is the sole author of these poems and if they are seen anywhere else on the
Internet or in print it was taken without my consent.

About Me

My writing is very important to me, as I live to write. I also love living in the country with my pets. I am a country girl and I appreciate all the beauty of what life has to offer away from the concrete jungle of the big city.